Your name is Zematoña mac Carnhill, Maor-Ceannfort of the new Experimental Weapons and Armor Motor Rifle Battalion of the Army of Galaceia, and what you're looking at is a hot mess to rival all other hot messes in the long and storied history of Galaceia. After the national humiliation that was the Margethean Wars, in which you most recently went 2-5-1 with the damn Bulganians, the Parliament and President both came to an agreement on reforming the (treaty limited) Army of Galaceia into the most deadly fighting weapon in the continent of Abruzzi.
The problem was, though, you had a continent's worth of enemies and a hell of a smaller army than that. Neighbored by the Grand Dutchy of Bulgan (consummate horse-fuckers they were), the Democratic People's Republic of Berry & Lemins (stabbed you in the back when they descended into civil war over Anyism), the People's Confederated State of Zcherblinka (not actually bad people when they weren't raiding your boarder, which was never), and the Kingdom of the Holy Lamp (scriveners and useless usurers the lot of them), there were a lot of people on your national shit-list and only one hundred thousand people in which to kick them in with. There was also the Peninsular de Diablo, home to the only real blue-water port you had, but that wasn't worth mentioning to a ground pounder like you.
Your poor adjunct said you should probably watch your language, but eh. Your unit, bless their coal-black hearts, was not in a good shape. After the first few Margethean Wars, the domestic arms industry had gotten hideously clapped out, so a lot of heavier items like artillery and tanks had been imported. Fortunately, post-wars and the treaty an army standardization law was passed to try and get everyone onto the same general trucks and tractors. Unfortunately, though, everything else got passed on to you and yours. On the plus side, this made you massively overstrength for your TOE listing. On the minus side, it meant you had a ridiculous number of subdivisions to keep track of, explaining why you had six captaens and eighteen leifteanats to ride heard on.
As it stood right now, you were responsible for, along with keeping your unit from falling apart as it tried to tape itself together with outdated and off-order Werser, Irromic, Nyassander, Kubachi, Carragian, and Balchivian equipment, designing and testing new vehicles for your unit to use and evaluate. The good news was High Command understood this was going to be slow going, and more importantly had money for more than one research unit on this.
Which was why you were going to kick the asses of the New Model Armor Battalion and that bastard Maor-Ceannfort Joannes Finean O'Janissarian and make up the blood feud between your families you weren't supposed to tell anyone about. Either way, you had a first order of business: picking what project to go with first. O'Janissarian would take one of the others, and once this batch of three was done, your collective vehicles would be compared by an "impartial board" and evaluated for mass adoption.
The first project was simple- an anti-tank vehicle. After the rather infamous Battle of Renevideo, in which horse-mounted cavalry managed to outmaneuver and engage the anti-tank company of the Sixth Division leading to the armor elements basically running over the rest of the division, the decision was made to have a self-propelled AT unit that could serve as infantry support and perform as a counter to armor.
The second project was less simple, and involved designing an assault carrier for stormtrooper squads. In the battle of Meztclapa, losses among the forlorn hope were as high as sixty percent over the course of the assault due to inability to get covering fire from support units that were tied up in the counterbattery doctrine. The design needed a level of machine-gun proofing, the ability to carry a full twelve-man infantry section, and it's own automatic weapon.
The last project was a new scout tank. After the massive victory that was the Encirclement of Al-Zeriah, the infamous (and now dead) Briogáidire-Ghinearál Joan Cu Cuthlain credited his victory on the reliability of his armored scouts, whose work doubling as forward observers allowed him to use the naval artillery captured off a grounded cruiser to its best effect since his standard artillery park was badly supplied. As such, the new tank had to be a light, moderately protected, and be equipped with a ten-channel radio and reasonably powerful anti-tank weapon.
Cracking your knuckles in your headquarters barrack, you grinned and got down to work.
VOTES (no plans please)
Project choice?
[] Project 1: Tank Destroyer
[] Project 2: Assault Carrier
[] Project 3: Scout Tank
Allow foreign entrants?
[] Yes; it's not like we're not starting from scratch here anyway
[] No, it's more important to develop this from the ground up